The Yawn

There is nothing quite like the yawn ... a short tribute to a glorious moment

The Yawn

There is nothing quite like the yawn
In the late eve or early morn

My greedy lungs fully inflate
Mouth opens like a garage gate

Arms stretch, other muscles contract
Legs rise, to get in on the act

Un-stifled, a mighty roar rises
In total bliss every thought freezes

But too soon, the moment is gone...
There is nothing quite like the yawn